Bonus chapter time... and the plot thickens!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to E. L. James

After a more or less sleepless night Kate and Elliot have left and after skyping with my aunt Rebecca I'm left staring at Christian's necklace. Is it possible that he is in Bellevue, broke into my house and left me his necklace to let me know that I should keep looking? At this point, I really don't know.

Deciding that I need to clear my thoughts I change into my workout clothes and leave my house to go for a run at the park that is just around the corner from my parent's house. I'm just outside when I hear someone call out my name and freeze when I see Carrick Grey walking towards me and he looks furious.

"Mr. Grey, it's good to see you again." I say trying to be polite.

"I really cannot say the same, Anastasia. You need to leave town."

"I will, as soon as I have figured out what you and your wife have done to Christian."

"We did nothing to him!" He hisses and I glare at him.

"Really, then tell me, why are you no longer looking for your son, why did you have him pronounced dead when you don't know if he really is dead? If that was my child I would never stop looking for him..."

"Don't talk about things you don't understand, I have two more children to think of, I had to give my family closure and now I'm telling you if you won't let go of this witch hunt and go back to wherever you live now, I am going to make you regret it!"

"And just like that you've become number one my shitlist... if you were trying to scare me off then I have to tell you all you achieved by threatening me is that I'm even more determined to find out what happened. Have a good day, Mr. Grey." I let him know, put my headphones on and start running towards the park.

I want to believe that he is just a man trying to protect his family but I just know that there is more to the story.

After my run, I take a quick shower and run some errands before I return home to make lunch since Elliot and Kate promised to come over for lunch to see if together we might be able to find a new lead.

We've just started to eat when Nick face times me. "Did you find something."

"Ana, you need to stop. Please, pack your stuff, get on the next plane and forget you ever came back to Bellevue."

"No, why would you say that? Please, what did your father find?"

"God damn it, your friend is dead, Ana." He says and I just stare at him.

"Why would you say that, Nick?"

"Because a week before Christian went missing, his father paid 1.5 million dollars into an account at the Cayman islands which after a lot of digging my father found out is owned by Jack Hyde."

"Who is that?"

"He is a hitman, Ana. He was arrested for murder three years ago and is on death row now. They were only able to get him for the murder of one victim because they were actually able to find a body... this guy's specialty was to make bodies disappear to never be found. It is believed that he has murdered more than thirty people throughout the US and Canada. And that's not all Ana. A week before the Bellevue police department closed Christian's case his father donated a huge sum to them. I can't 100 percent prove it but I don't have a single doubt that Carrick Grey hired someone to murder his son and you stirring the pot is just too dangerous at this point... please Ana, I know you think you owe it to Chris to find out what happened but it's just too dangerous... please come home."

"I can't, bye." I say and end the call, before looking up at Kate and Elliot.

"I'm done, Ana... my mother tried to molest Christian and now my father has most likely hired someone that murdered him... we are going to figure this out... I'm calling Mia, no matter what happened to Christian, we are going to find out what the hell happened that night. Christian deserves for his story to be heard and if he is alive we have to end this craziness so he can come home." Elliot says and gets up, while Kate comes over to me to hug me.

"Maybe he found out about what his Dad was planning on doing... maybe that's why he ran away and can't come home." Kate offers.

"And if so how are we going to find him... what if by me digging around I'm putting him in danger..."

"I don't know, Ana... but you are not going to stay here alone, I'm moving in until this is over." Kate says.

"Yeah, because two girls aren't an easy target, no, I'm getting some stuff and will stay here with both of you."

"I think I know what to do next." I say after a while. I'm not even sure if it's possible but right now my new plan seems like the only chance we got.

"What do you mean, Ana?" Kate asks.

"I'm going to visit Jack Hyde in prison." I reply.

"What... they won't even let you in, Ana." Elliot points out.

"I have a plan, so I might have a chance to actually see him."

"What plan?"

"Well, I have a literature degree, I'm going to tell them that I want to write a book about serial killers and want to meet with Hyde to discuss his case in particular. He is already on death row, so it can't get worse for him but I'm hoping he is enough of an egomaniac to put me on his visitor's list so I have a chance to get approved by the prison staff." I explain and even though it's a crazy plan, at this point I have nothing left to lose.

1 week later

I cannot believe that I actually have been approved to meet with Jack Hyde who is currently at a prison in Texas. Apparently, he was eager to have someone write a book about him so my visit had been approved way quicker than I could have hoped for.

Since Elliot and Kate both had to work, I'm on my own in Texas, but I couldn't care less. I want answers... still, to come face to face with the man who might has murdered Christian is making me sick to my stomach.

When I enter the room where Hyde is already waiting for me I notice that four guards are in there as well as three more outside of it. Hyde himself is a slender guy, tall, with sunken in eyes and yellowy complexion that makes him look sick.

"Mr. Hyde, I'm Anastasia Steele, thank you for seeing me."

"Oh, I know who you are kiddo... I had a front-row seat the night the boy popped your cherry." He says with a disgusting grin and I feel sick... so he was there... watching us...

"What have you done to Christian?"

"So, no book I assume?!"

"I have a friend who works for the Seattle Times and is willing to write an article about you... of course, only if you tell me what you have done to Christian."

"Such a pretty boy, right... did you enjoy getting fucked as much as it seemed?" He asks and I feel like any second I'm going to vomit all over the disgusting pig in front of me.

"Answer me or I'm out and there will be no article, book or anything."

"Fine, here's what happened. I waited all night for a chance to get to the kid alone. I was paid extra to make sure none of you kids would get harmed or notice anything. So, I've waited until he got out of the tent in the middle of the night to take a piss... hit him over the head and got him into the trunk of my car. I couldn't kill him there or leave anything traceable behind... so I wanted to kill him elsewhere. I had almost made it to the highway when a black SUV cut lanes and I had to stop because the fucker was blocking me. Before I could even react some fucking giant asshole got out of the car, reached through the open window and hit my head on the steering wheel so hard I didn't wake up until it was almost dawn. Got me the scar on my forehead... anyway, when I checked the trunk the kid was gone. Never told his old man, he still believes I went through with it... so is this worth a five-page article?" The man asked arrogantly and I decide I had enough and get up.

"No, I hope you burn in hell." I hiss at him before I leave the room with him cussing and screaming after me.

Once outside I take a deep breath, call Elliot and Kate to fill them in and then decide to go back to my hotel. I have booked a red-eye flight to Boston where I will be staying for one day before I'm going back to Bellevue.

So, I decide to nap for a while and have a late dinner before I have to leave for the airport. Instead of the hotel restaurant, I go to a dinner, because I'm in need of comfort food. I have just ordered when a tall, bear-like guy comes to my table and slides into the booth facing me.

"Sorry Ma'am, I just hate to eat alone... I'm Luke, Luke Sawyer."

"Ana... and without being rude, I prefer to eat alone. Zero chances of a hook up here, Luke." I tell him but smile to soften the blow.

"Well, I'm not looking for a hook up either, just a friendly conversation while having dinner." He says and I sigh.

"Ok, but I'm not much of a talker."

"And you're obviously not from Texas, no accent at all... where are you from?" He asks.

"Los Angeles." I lie, my Dad has always taught me to be careful with strangers, which is why I don't give any personal information to strangers because even the friendliest of strangers can turn out to be crazy stalkers, rapist or psychopaths. Add that to the fact that the hair on the back of my neck has been constantly raised since I've started my search for Christian and this is just what I need right now to fuel my anxiety.

"And what brings you to Texas, Ana?"

"I missed my connecting flight, so I'm just here for the day and will go to the airport after dinner."

"I see, well I'm only visiting too, it's nice here though."

"I haven't seen much of the city but I guess it's nice here." I murmur. This is just weird and for some reason, the guy is giving me a bad vibe, so I decide to go with my gut.

"Listen, I had a long, shitty day and I would like to eat my dinner in peace and quiet, maybe sit with someone else."

"Are you sure?" He asks with a grin and for some reason, I snap, get up, ask to make my dinner to go and leave the diner without another glance at the man.

For some reason, I can't shake the feeling of being followed until I'm finally safely on the plane to Boston but as I am about to get comfortable in my seat and take my purse to look for some gum I see a note and freeze when I read it because there are only two words written on it: Stop looking!